The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge (Anna and Justin) novel Chapter 1241

Justin’s heart clenched painfully, as if a blunt knife with thorns ground his heart into a bloody pulp.

Upon hearing this, Gregory, usually cold as stone, subtly furrowed his brows.

“Ms. Thompson was afraid that you and Young Master Justin would worry, so she begged me to keep this a secret for her. I considered your fragile state at the time, afraid of causing you further distress, and also weighed the repercussions of revealing Ms. Thompson’s infertility, which could potentially ruin her prospects in the Salvador family.”

“And just because of that, you decided to listen to her? Were you out of your mind?! How old was she back then? She was just a young girl back then. What could she possibly know?!” Nigel lamented with a heavy heart.

“It’s all my fault, Old Master and Young Master Justin. Please punish me as you see fit. I’ll accept any punishment…”

Bella…

Why were you so naive?!

Before Matt could finish his sentence, Justin left them behind and sprinted out of the villa.

“Young Master Justin?!”

Matt was about to chase after him, but Nigel stopped him. “Just let him go! This is the emotional debt Justin owes and my shortfall to Anna. I’m afraid I may never fully repay it with my old age, so let Justin spend the rest of his life making amends for it properly.”

*

Torrential rain fell. The camera flashes crackled relentlessly, exposing Zoe’s pale and terrified face, piercing even more intensely than lightning.

“Ms. Hoffman! Don’t you think exposing Ms. Thompson’s infertility in public like this is a bit too much?!”

“Did you get that medical report through bribery, or did someone give it to you in secret?!”

“Are you revealing Ms. Thompson’s privacy to ruin her relationship with Mr. Salvador so you can marry into the Salvador family yourself?!”

Countless reporters swarmed outside the police station like bloodthirsty sharks catching the scent of prey, swiftly converging on the scene of the police escorting Zoe.

The cameras and microphones were all aimed at her. The rain drenched her, and the crowd jostled her continuously. She was disheveled and reeked of body odor. The scene could not get any worse.

Zoe had handcuffs on her wrists, yet considering her status as a member of the Hoffman family, the police wrapped a white cloth around her hands to cover the handcuffs.